Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 1.4

I would have normally just let her take control, but something was different this time, maybe it was my sexual frustration or maybe because I didn’t truly understand her role, but I wanted to be in control. From an outside perspective it was hard to tell if this was either a struggle, passionate love making, or possibly both. But that quickly changed with the flip of a switch, in our tug of sexual war, one of us elbowed the light switch and we were cast into darkness. That’s when the struggle of dominance turned into a sensual caressing of one another’s bodies, a blind indulgence of each other.

Until the moment she backed up and lost in the void, for that moment, it felt like I was completely alone in the bathroom. Then I felt the unmistakable heat of her breath on my left thigh. Her soft lips tracing their way upwards, grazing my skin sending tingles of pleasure straight to my core. I felt myself leak down my thigh and for some reason grew self-conscious that my wetness would touch her lips. It must have because her elegant teasing turned into raw carnal desire as she delved into me. Forcefully spreading my legs and planting her mouth on my pussy as if she was making out with a lover.

“Oh god,” an instinctual comment coming out of my mouth as she kept switching between tonguing my pussy and sucking on my clit.

With the lights off, I could only imagine the scene between my legs, with her eagerly lapping at me like a starving kitten. At one point I could feel the tip of her tongue penetrating me and exploring the inner fold of my wet, eager, cunt. When I thought it couldn’t get any more intense, she plunged two fingers deep inside of me, her mouth focusing now strictly on my clit as her finger stimulated ever inch inside of me.

Ding! A sound echoed outside of the bathroom and my body tensed worried about what it meant.

“Don’t worry little pet, that’s just the fasten your seatbelt noise, everything is fine,” I heard her say.

She was so sure of herself, that I could only think but to trust her, but with a sudden bounce of the plane I lost my balance and toppled forward causing her fingers to penetrate deeper inside of me. I was so aroused that I could only imagine that her whole hand was starting to penetrate my pussy as well.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Everything ok in there, we have a little turbulence, I hate to rush you, but it would probably be better if you were in your seat now,” a strange new voice came from outside the door.

“10-4! Everything is fine!” Jen said regaining her composure.

“Oh Jenn, was wondering where you were,” the voice was male was all that I could tell, probably another flight attendant I hadn’t seen before.

I clamped my hands over my mouth, I wasn’t sure if she was doing it on purpose or not, but I could feel her fingers wiggling inside of me. Maybe she was having fun teasing me or it was a nervous tick us of almost getting caught, either way, I had to stay as quiet as I could.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute, just needed...a moment.”

“Oh, I know how you are, need a hand in there?” he whispered right next to the door.

I whole heartedly expected her to say no, that she didn’t want to get caught in the bathroom with a naked girl that she had half her hand inside, but what she said next really shocked me.

“Hmmmm, close your eyes and come in.”

“Whatever you say kinky girl.”

With a swift plop, Jen pulled her hand out of my pussy and reached for the door opening it, it was just as dark outside that I could barely make the figure of the man that was standing outside, that was quickly pulled in so fast, that he barely noticed that he had stepped into Jen’s place as she stepped out. Like a blindfolded birthday boy looking for a pinata he felt around the small bathroom till one his hands grazed against my bare skin. It must have surprised him because he recoiled bag at the touch but then reached back forward out of curiosity to feel what he had touched. His hand went from shy and soft to strong and assertive as his left hand got a full, solid grip onto my shoulder and almost as if he could see me, his right-hand fount my other shoulder.

“Jenn, what the, are you…” he didn’t even finish his sentence but instead let his hands find the answer he was looking for.

They trailed slowly down my bare chest, till both of his palms were right on my breasts, his hands were soft and smooth but his grip was strong and rough as he began groping them. I was so sensitive that I didn’t think I could keep quiet for much longer and I had no idea how he would react if he found out I wasn’t Jen. His mouth replaced his right hand on my nipple and the worse thing happened, a moan escaped my lips. He began licking and nibbling on my sensitive tip and one moan after another got away from me.

“I see your tits are still as sensitive as ever.”

His hand left my other breast and both began trailing down my sides, slowly, as if he was discovering a new land with his hands. His fingers would tighten as he found even more bare skin as if signaling his excitement. With no hesitation his hands found my bare ass and at that moment I think he realized, that I was completely naked or in his mind, Jen was.

“Jen, you little slut, it’s one thing masturbating back here in the bathroom, but you had to get completely naked too?”